A World Of His Own

Om is different from other children of his age. GOD has made him special. At age 15, while other boys are out in the field playing football, Om cant even stand on his feet and has trouble counting his fingers. With bulging eyes, always wandering around, he makes desperate attempts to speak flawlessly. His life is confined to a wheel chair, at the mercy of any help at hand.

But there is one thing that makes his eyes gleam with excitement and utter words of joy - colors. Colors that he paints on the canvas. Struggling with the crippled grip, he leaves the world behind and gets started with what he loves most.

For him, colors are a way of expression. Be they the colors that were painted by his brush or those smeared on the canvas with his bare fingers. Om sometimes spends time endlessly, bringing out the shades on the canvas, as if wanting to say something.

His colors speak for him. Sometimes red blares its anger, yellow and orange show how bright and lively life is, while shades of black and grey say that Om is gloomy today and there is no one to cheer him up.

But the canvas has just colors all over it. No shapes, no sceneries, no flowers, no people. Nothing. Just colors. Each having its own persona and each saying something new, everytime. Certainly, Om is not the best painter, but his painting is what he does best.

It is a world of his own. Each day he is thankful to the colors for being his media of self expression. And that is what inspires him to live for another day and another and another...